What made earth wake at all?
Bed is a pleasant Century or Ten…
don’t you agree?
Bed is the Century for me.
It slips by without notice.
It is not in-your-face
or balshy brazen or bold
It has the calmness of wisdom.
A wisdom that need not speak at all.
A wisdom that closes its eyes
and drifts in its mind dozes
snoozes a fox a snooze bear
a cushion of mind
kettle warm
cookie warm
bread warm
morning sock warm
fire warm
central heating warm
coffee warm
-this is the season of bed
its temprament
it is great idle hands
it is great tossing and turning
upon the great ease of
duvet love and pillow love (no, not homosexuality)
cosy foxes dove dose love
the love that does not ask too much.
the love that settles down.
the love that is in know way reactionary
but is as peaceful as hand upon hand
Bed is the century worth sleeping for!
Life is the great war of the tired!
Bed is the great peace of the content!
Bed is the President of the United States of Zzzzzz…
Bed is the only literal arena where Equality lies…
(Bed prolaims, hating bad poetry and good poetry.
shut up and come to me…)
This poem, Colinsign, got better and better the further thru it I got thru my 1st reading of it - your best yet that I’ve read by far. Below is my favorite stanza
but not necessarily to be interpretted as the best or only good stanza. Keep up the good work and keep 'em comin. Right now, I think I’m gonna catch up on that catnap I missed earlier today - yawwwn
lhw - AKA: The Straight-faced Clown AKA: M.C. Tape-Hiss
It has the calmness of wisdom.
A wisdom that need not speak
If the bed don’t squeek
at all
That made me laugh detrop!
I think I’ll add it.
lengthheightwidth, thank you for your comments, glad you enjoyed!
I have quite a lot of poem on sleep - it must be a symptom of my depressive edge - I should gather them into a book of sleep.